Dungeon Prowler : One Man Army

Chapter 67: misfortune

After Debauchery left the office of the old guild master and returned to the academy for the afternoon lesson, they arrived around midday and found the juniors ganging up on Dustan using him as a training dummy for the newest Member Lili.

As punishment for ganging up on Dustan the juniors had to face Debauchery seniors in combat while they used level 2 power level instead of the usual level 1, and so everyone was stopped from having lunch and spent the rest of the day fighting with all they got to spare themselves some pain, not even Lili was spared.

Meanwhile the old guild master was in a bad mood after he heard the warning of Debauchery about even the thought of harming the young man, so he decided to put it to the test, he called his secretary and advisors to discuss how to take away an item the guild really wants from a 10 year old kid.

On of the advisers had the handle of his cup break and dose him with the hot beverage inside the cup while he was detailing a plan to send someone to steal the ring from yunan's room while the kid slept, he was told that Debauchery keeps a sentry around the kids at all times because of the purge.

The secretary who was bringing some food for the advisors when it was lunch time, hit his pinky toe on a piece of furniture and fallen face first while another adviser took the food and the tray to the face while saying "why not just order Debauchery to kill him", the guild master almost choked on his own saliva as he saw the series of unfortunate events that plagued his office while only discussing the possibilities of harming the boy.

Another adviser who tried knocking on the wooden table to ward off bad luck, brought the table oh his own knees because somehow the legs splintered by his light taps, and it got worse by every passing moment, a chair broke under the skinniest of the advisors introducing his chin to the uplifted side of the table. Those one the lowered side had food and drink staining their precious expensive clothes.

When things quieted down and the discussion resumed a man barged in to declare that some kind of virus has spread in the reception hall and every single one in the hall is acting like crazed maniacs and destroying whatever they could lay their hands on, even the floor tiles did not escape them, while he was talking the fire alarm sounded and the fire extinguishers flooded the office with the white fog of carbon monoxide.

While trying to evacuate the office, the advisors seemed to find that there was always something hindering their movement causing them to fall or bump into each other, letting out thuds and moans and groans as they trued hard to leave the place.

The guild master ordered his subordinates to stop thinking about harming the boy and that he would take care of it. "It's just thinking about it what could go wrong?" just as he finished speaking a piece of the roof descended on his head revealing an infestation of termites in the ceiling that was only treated against termite not ven a month ago.

The guild master was finally convinced by the horror of bad luck, and these tiny misfortunes that can be counted as daily occurrences were just at the idea of harming the boy nothing serious, well until the wood knocking advisor said " if the kid is behind all this misfortune, i will personally castrate him" his words hung in the air for a moment but soon the floor underneath the man caved in, hit his head on the edge of the pit he was falling into and proceeded to fall all the way to the ground floor from the 5th floor making flips and turns as his body slipped through hole after hole while his head hit the solid floor time after time.

Still spouting threats at the unknown boy, the man was the most superstitious of the advisors the guild master had, he was still in office simply because his superstition save the guild from a few hassles across the years of his service. The man decided to take the metal stairs up for the guild master's office but a piece of debris rolled under his foot prompting him to fall face first into the metal stairs.

The old man angrily decided to forgo the stairs and directly jump through the holes he made through the floors and grabbed the old man by the collar and asked in a very annoyed voice "WHO. IS. THE. BOY" the old guild master looked bashefuly at his old friend "A friend of Fortuna, as proclaimed by Black Fate".

The superstitious man let go of the guild master and was now calmer he said in a low voice only for the guild master to hear "if you want to die go die alone, now tell me who he is since i need to suck up to him to get back my own tiny bit of luck that i just lost thanks to you" the quiet voice had a very threatening tone to it.

When the old guild master was about to say something the old man stopped him " don't tell me, i don't want to know" he pulled out a ring from his hand and said "give him this and say sorry when you meet him, make sure he accepts the apology even if he refuses the ring. If he asks for more as long as he accepts the apology i am fine with slaving for him, i just want my bit of luck back, you hear that the lot of you? Send some gifts and apologies for the kid, or else bad luck is gonna haunt you for a very long time, Fortuna is a fickle woman and no one must ever cross her"

"You just called lady Fortuna fickle, are you trying to play with me?" someone had to voice his suspicions, the old superstitious man turned to him and said "Fortuna is a self proclaimed fickle woman, it's a compliment, now you better beg for forgiveness for calling Fickle and insult to Fortuna" before the old man finished talking a rotten piece of wood fell on the doubtful man and exploded on his head filling it with termites that took only moments to spread under his clothes and all over his skin.

Seeing his point explained for him the superstitious old man made his thanks for lady luck and prayed for better luck for himself then proclaimed in a very righteous voice "lady fortuna is not unfair, she used our misfortune to show us the possible dangers of this building, all must thank lady luck for her boon"

As for the old guild leader was quite happy with himself, he knew this was the bit of luck he picked up when visiting Debauchery last, since he was the only one who was beneficiary from this ordeal, he found that being lucky and being the friend of lady luck were on two different levels.

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